I’m sitting in the Empire Room at The Homestead in Hot Springs, Virginia. It’s somewhere in the mountains, west of Richmond, and I drove through some magnificent landscapes on some truly desolate roads. I’ll need to find another route back to Richmond, with snow and ice on the highways.
This place is really something. I just can’t think of a better way to describe it. It’s a resort, of the sort that I didn’t think even existed this side of the 1920s. The dining room required tie and jacket for gentlemen, and featured a three-piece jazz band. As I said in a Twitter post last night, “I’m in High Cotton.”
Today’s is about the converging conditions and my audience is heads of school for Virginia Independent schools. But what I’m interested in learning more about is Mr. Charles (Chic) Thompson. He was here yesterday talking about creativity. I have his handouts, which I’ll scour through, but what I’ve heard so far, it sounds like he is a very smart, very interesting person, and a dynamic speaker — and he never finished college.
That’s enough for now. It is time for me to start pacing in preparation…